Thinking lyrics

[Intro]
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
On god, thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately

[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n*ggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 1]
Top floor n*ggas in the penthouse now
Chilling at the top and we ain’t never coming down
Roll another Backwood, smoking up a pound
Right back to the money and we f*cking up a [?]
Silence the gun and it won’t make a sound
n*ggas ain’t really nothing but clowns
Spot em in public we gunning them down
Die bout this [?] I’mma jump in the ground
I’m just easing my pain
[?] I cannot change
(I’m just easing my pain)
Lay back, reclining
Smoking b*tch gotta give brain
Damn, Duke he done made him a name
You know I’m bringing the game
Ya’ll n*ggas wild and can’t tame
Real n*ggas love that I’m famous
[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n*ggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 2]
Smoking on nothing but the strongest
I’ve been grinding but gotta stay focused
Been in the game for the longest
Seeming like these n*ggas bogus
You know I’m goin shine like a trophy
These n*ggas act like they know me
Boy you know you cannot hoe me
Put the stick in his face and its loaded
You not gonna shoot it, why the f*ck do you tote it? (why?)
Pockets they looking like boulders
Bad b*tches all on my shoulders
Back seat, I’m riding with a chauffer
You know I got [?] so I’m riding with the toaster
I need a check for my focus
You calling me on your mobile
We just don’t show no emotion
[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n*ggas really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Outro]
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
On god, lately
I been thinking bout a lotta sh*t lately
On god